Making Pasteur Proud

When I first got the goats, I was intending to drink the milk raw. I soon found out, however, that Doctor Husband was having NONE of that. He pretty much insisted that I was going to die, and at the very least I had to pasteurize the milk for the kids. I felt like it would be unfair to unilaterally make the decision to feed our kids raw milk, so I agreed. I was worried that the milk would taste "goaty" if I pasteurized it, since I had read that was a possibility, but it actually tasted exactly the same, so I was won over. 

Now that I've been pasteurizing our milk for a while, I actually really prefer it. I know plenty of people drink raw milk and give it to their kids, and I think that's fine. After reviewing the research, I've come to the conclusion that the risks aren't really worth the benefits. I still think the milk I get from my goats has benefits over store bought milk because I low-heat pasteurize it, which allows it to retain the good stuff while killing the pathogenic bacteria. It's also fresh and not processed to be shelf-stable, which I think is beneficial as well. I don't know if goats are significantly different than cows, but I don't think raw goat milk is something I'd want to drink regularly. Goats poo A LOT. They basically can't get away from it. I guess none of us can really get away from poop since it's everywhere, but goats lay around in their poo all the time. I'm SURE that poop is all over their udders, and no matter how stringent I am with cleaning everything, I'd worry about it getting in the milk. So, I can relax a bit since I pasteurize it, and not spend so much time worrying about cleaning their udders to spotless perfection so my kids don't die.

SO, how do I pasteurize my milk?

Since food is king in our house, I actually already had everything I needed to make pasteurizing easy. I use a sous vide machine, which heats water to a set temperature and maintains that temperature while circulating it. 

I store all the milk in mason jars after I milk the goats, which are pretty good for pasteurizing because the glass transfers heat easily. I heat the water to 160 with the sous vide machine so after I put the cold jars of milk in, it doesn't drop the temperature too far below the temperature I want it to be. The recommended temperature for low-heat pasteurization is 145 degrees for 30 minutes. Commercial dairies usually use high-heat pasteurization which is 160 degrees for just 15 seconds. 

Once the water gets up to 160, I nestle the jars in. I usually cover them loosely with cling wrap so nothing gets in them as they sit there. I can't leave the tops on, because heating the milk would create a build up of pressure, so I don't want the jars to be closed during the process. To monitor the internal temperature of the milk, I keep a probe thermometer in one jar that beeps when the milk has reached 145 degrees. I check all the bottles to make sure they're all at 145, then I start the timer for 30 minutes. The sous vide machine keeps the temperature where I want it, so this all requires minimal labor. I do check every so often to make sure the milk maintains at least a minimum temperature of 145, but it usually does. I actually have to set the sous vide machine at 148 to maintain an internal temperature of 145. Setting the machine at 145 for some reason didn't maintain an appropriate temperature in the center of the milk.

After 30 minutes, I put the tops back on and put all the jars in an ice bath. I want the milk to be cooled quickly to maintain its good flavor, but this also serves to create a seal on the jars and hopefully help them last longer. Honestly, we drink the milk fast enough to where none of them have gone bad, so I don't know if this would help it stay fresh longer or not, but it makes me feel better knowing it's "canned".

And that's it! I label the jars with a "P" for "pasteurized" and put them in the refrigerator. I usually pasteurize 4 quarts at a time, so I do this every other day or so. I usually just leave it running while doing other chores, so it doesn't really add much work to my day. Easy peasy!

Road to Goats: They're home!

Everything had been ready for what felt like WEEKS! I had my poulter's license (obtained from the city), I'd built their pen, fenced in the yard, bought a million little things for them, many of which I've never even used. I was READY!

Goat #1: Paisley Moon

I got Paisley from a breeder 4 hours away. We met at the half-way point between the two of us. I loaded some hay into a dog crate, and set out to get my very first goat! She was VERY quiet and sweet on the way home. My fears about how they would be were really calmed by this car ride. When we got home, she was a little tentative, but almost immediately started chewing up some weeds and acclimating to her new space. And, of course, she pooped on the driveway. I got back with Paisley right at lunch time, so I couldn't really sit with her and comfort her much, but she seemed OK. I put her in the pen, and went in to feed my human kids. Right after lunch I had to head out to get Goat #2. It was around this time, I think, that Paisley realized she was in a weird place, and ALONE. It did not go well.

Goat #2: Hermione

I got Hermione from a different breeder an hour west of my house. On my way to get her, I get a call from my mother-in-law (the in-laws were visiting for a week). I didn't notice that I was getting a call until the voicemail notification popped up. Then I saw that my MIL was texting so I called her back. Apparently Paisley had somehow escaped the pen, and gone in the front of the house. Of course, as soon as she said this I thought Paisley had been hit by a car and was dead. She wasn't, but the school across the street had been letting out at exactly the same time. A crossing guard came over and started ranting at my father in law about how the goat could have bitten a kid (unlikely, since they're PREY ANIMALS AND WOULD JUST RUN AWAY). A bus stopped in front of our house and was honking and refused to move. Basically, the neighborhood was up in arms over a wee little goat that was in the front yard. My father in law got Paisley back in her pen and sat with her until I got home.

Thus began the most anxious week I've ever had in the entirety of my life.

After that, I was just a huge stress ball all the way to get Hermione. When I rolled up to the breeder's house, there were two giant German Shepherds in the front yard, and I couldn't even get out of my van. The breeder came out and shooed them into her yard, and told me to pull up to a little square of space on the driveway that was apparently past their invisible fence and would allegedly keep them from ripping me apart on the spot. I wasn't convinced. Bless that breeder's heart, but that woman would NOT SHUT UP, and all I could think was "I have to get home because my other goat is going crazy AND SHE NEEDS A FRIEND RIGHT NOW!" I've mentioned in a previous post that goats are herd animals. Well, this will serve as a warning that you do NOT want a lone goat. They don't like it, and they try to escape and cause mass hysteria. This lady kept going on and on about how people steal her chickens and she had to get deadly dogs to protect them. Whatever, woman. Just give me my goat and let me leave!

Hermione was WAY bigger than I was expecting. I don't know why I thought 23 inches seemed as small as Paisley would be, but I was so wrong. Hermione is probably twice the size of Paisley.

She screamed the whole way home.

When I'm about 10 minutes from home, I get a text from my husband that he's on his way home. I believe I've mentioned his reluctance to get a goat, right? WELL, now I'm trying desperately to beat him home because there's Paisley poo on the driveway, and I want to intercept the Paisley-got-out-and-caused-a-hubub story before he hears it. I make it home at EXACTLY the same time that he did, and of course, the first thing he noticed was the poo since he almost stepped in it, and I didn't intercept the Great Escape story. Argh. He gave me a WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE look. Not exactly great for the first impression. :(

After Paisley had a friend, she seemed to calm down a bit. Hermione actually ended up being the quieter one once she was out of the dog crate. I put a chain set low on the gate, assuming that's how Paisley escaped, and she hasn't managed to escape again.

Now, if only this were the most tragic part of the first day, it wouldn't have been so bad. It so wasn't.

The first milking

I'd found a guy on Craigslist who agreed to build me a milking stanchion. He was ALSO the guy who was supposed to build the goat house, but he didn't. >:( As it turned out, the neck hole on the stanchion was WAY bigger than the goats' necks, and so big that their heads actually slipped through. So, basically, it didn't work AT ALL. Ya'll...it was so bad.

I wanted to start with trying to milk Hermione because she had been milked before, and I was hoping she would set a good example for Paisley.

Lies.

Hermione FREAKED OUT! Not only was the neck hole too big, but the little part that held the feed bucket that was SUPPOSED to keep them oh so happy was too thick, so it didn't even hold the feed bucket up. Hermione kept moving over to the side and falling off the side of the stanchion, she kept getting out of the neck hole, and she kept knocking down the feed bucket that I'd set precariously on a lawn chair because that was the best I could do at the time. About 15 minutes in to failing miserably trying to milk her, I just threw the pan off and held her haunches with my arms while I reached down and milked straight onto the stanchion, or my foot, or Hermione's feet, or WHEREVER the hell the milk sprayed. At that point, I was really just trying to milk her enough to keep her from getting mastitis and dying.

Paisley didn't like it any better, and she had only been milked once in her whole life. I mean really, if you think about it, they're probably thinking "who the hell are you, and why are you touching my boobs?! I don't even KNOW you!"

At some point my husband came out to see what I was doing and was probably frightened by my appearance. I was CLEARLY frazzled, freaking out, and an absolute mess. He held Paisley's collar and held her in the stanchion while I held one of her legs to keep her from kicking and milked her out one-handed. She has these itty bitty cat teats since she's a miniature and this was the first time she'd given birth, so I have to milk her with two fingers and it's significantly harder to do that when the goat is desperately trying to get away from you. It was a nightmare, and if there had been a livestock auction going on across the street right at that minute, I would've sold them without a second thought.

It was about this time that I began to question my life choices. I felt the whole weight of responsibility for getting these goats, spending money on their housing and pen, and THEM, and doing something I certainly didn't need to do, nor did my husband WANT me to do. I was a complete emotional mess, and I tossed and turned the entire night unable to sleep.

The next morning I got up with renewed determination. If you're my neighbor and you're reading this, I'm really sorry for sawing and drilling at 7 am, but I NEEDED TO FIX THAT DAMN STANCHION! I had some leftover pallets from the goat house that I sawed some small pieces off of and closed up half of the neck hole.

Problem. Solved.

After I fixed the stanchion, I moved it so one side was up against the fence and the goats couldn't escape. Apparently that's all they needed! Once they realized they couldn't escape, milking went SO MUCH BETTER! Hermione just stood there and let me milk her out. Paisley still wasn't super thrilled and I had to hold one of her legs, but she's new to the milking scene and that wasn't unexpected. Now I just tie one of her legs to the stand with a piece of rope and she stands quite happily as long as she has food.

Happy goats!

I eventually also fixed the little slot for the feed bucket by boring holes all the way across with the drill. It was inelegant, but it worked, so...I don't care! 

I have to say, the first week with the goats was the most stressful week I think I've ever had in my life. I actually lost 3 pounds, and that is SO not me. I don't lose weight without trying. Ever. In the history of my life. I was so constantly stressed out that I didn't even have an appetite. BUT it's gotten so much better, and now I actually enjoy going outside to milk them now. 

And the kids do too!

The Road to Goats: Finding goats

After I got the (reluctant) go-ahead from the husband to proceed with goat acquisition, I had to figure out how the heck to find them! I had researched the dairy goat breeds and decided on Nigerian Dwarfs. They're small, have very sweet, rich milk, and I figured they would work well in a city backyard homestead.

First, I checked online by simply searching for "Nigerian Dwarf breeders in (city name)." There were a few breeders near me, but their goats were quite fancy. I didn't need an award-winning goat for $700. At the time, I didn't even care if the goat was registered or not, but that did change later. So, the google search struck out.

Next I searched on Craigslist. This yielded a number of possibilities at first. The more I researched buying goats, the more I learned about what I was looking for, and what a breeder needed to provide. For one, I knew I HAD to buy tested animals. There are three diseases for which you really need to test goats: CAE (Caprine Arthritis and Encephalitis), CL (Caseous Lymphadenitis), and Johne's. I was most concerned about Johne's, but I didn't particularly want a goat with any of the above diseases. I'll give a little overview of each.

CAE

There is some debate in the goat world about whether or not this is really such a bad disease. Only 10% of goats that test positive on the test for CAE will ever show symptoms, but many different ailments have been attributed to it, such as hard udders that are unable to be milked and swollen joints that eventually lead to an inability to walk. The arthritic version of this disease typically affects does over a year old. The encephalitic version is seen less often, and affects kids. It can cause seizures and death. CAE is a retrovirus and there is no known cure. The trouble with testing for CAE is the testing can only test for the antibody, not the actual presence of the virus. This means that while the goat may have come in contact with the virus, it is possible that the goat has successfully fought the virus and will not suffer any ill effects of it. As I said before, only 10% of goats that test positive ever show symptoms. I think it is possible that there are multiple mutations of the virus, some of which cause problems and some do not. Thus, there is debate whether or not this virus is such a big deal, but I think it would certainly make it much more difficult to sell any offspring of a doe that has tested positive, so I decided not to purchase any positive does.

CL

CL is a chronic and highly contagious disease. It causes swelling and abscesses of the lymph nodes, and can decrease meat/milk production and breeding ability. Abscesses can occur both inside and on the outside of the goat's body, so it is not always possible to tell if the goat is infected with CL by looking at it. There is a vaccine, but once the goat gets the vaccine, it will always test positive for CL, and the vaccine may not be very effective. People usually cull (kill) any infected goats.

Johne's

Johne's is the disease I cared most about. It is a chronic intestinal disease similar to Crohn's disease in humans. It causes chronic diarrhea, weight loss, and eventually, death. It is caused by a bacterium named Mycobacterium avium ss.paratuberculosis (MAP). The MAP bacterium has been implicated in some studies as the one that also may cause Crohn's disease in humans, though more research is necessary. It is extraordinarily resistant and can live in soil for decades, so getting a goat with this disease can be very serious indeed, because you may never be able to rid your land of the bacteria, which continues to reinfect new goats. It is unknown whether or not Johne's can infect humans, but I didn't want to take a chance. My husband's siblings both have Crohn's disease, so if there is a genetic vulnerability that could lead my children to get Crohn's from the goats, there's a good chance we have it, and I'm not risking that possibility.

SO, finding goats on Craigslist that had been tested for the above diseases proved somewhat difficult. 

The first breeder I contacted agreed to get her goats tested, but she honestly did not sound very knowledgeable. I drove an hour to meet her and the goats. I still had no idea what a "healthy" goat looked like at the time, but I did think her goats were not quite as cute as some others I had seen.

So, I was right to think something was probably off about these goats. As it turns out, I think they probably had mites/lice or nutrient deficiencies. This goat has hair missing on the nose, which means she's been scratching it. Healthy goats don't constantly scratch and lose hair. They're scratching because they're itching from bugs or itchy skin, which can be caused by a zinc deficiency. Additionally, her coat is very dull and wiry, which is indicative of a copper deficiency. So, long story short, this breeder probably is not very knowledgeable, and thus not a good choice. This goat's bag also doesn't have great attachments and hangs a bit low. This can cause problems later if it continues to sag lower. 

This breeder was originally only selling one goat, but since I needed two, she agreed to sell another one so the first would have a friend. I began to have doubts about the health of her goats, so I kept looking at Craigslist every day for more ads. 

There was one ad that I kept passing up. There was a mini Lamancha for sale, that was half Nigerian Dwarf, half Lamancha. This goat, poor baby, was just the ugliest goat I'd ever seen.

AHAHA! I just couldn't take this goat seriously. BUT, we're going to come back to this sweetheart.

Another goat popped up and she was VERY pretty. Then I realized that that was what a goat SHOULD look like--bright eyes and a shiny, soft coat. 

Here's Miss Fiona:

I decided to buy the pretty goat and maybe only one from the first breeder, that way I'd at least have one healthy-looking goat. I had my reservations about the first breeder's goats, but I still wanted goats and, well, they were available. When I contacted the first breeder to tell her I would only be taking one goat, she wrote back something to the effect of "this is the answer to my prayers. I didn't really want to sell my girls, so I'm not offering either at this time. Have a blessed life."

Thanks.

At this point I was beginning to get VERY discouraged at this process. The mom of the pretty goat told me about a number of facebook groups that turned out to be VERY useful. I joined two Nigerian Dwarf facebook groups, one of which was a sale group, and restarted my search. Then this little lady popped up on my newsfeed:

Lexi. Blue eyes, black and white flashy markings, good genetics. She was perfect. I immediately contacted the breeder, and was SO EXCITED! I was going to have two, nice looking and well cared-for goats, and I could not have been happier. Lexi was due to kid in a few weeks, so she would be in milk when I got her. Her due date came, and went, and then a week passed. The breeder had no idea WHAT was going on. I kept trying to update Fiona's mom about the situation. She was getting a new baby goat in VERY soon, and really needed Fiona gone.

While we were waiting for Lexi to stop holding her kids hostage, I continued to research goats. Through this research, I realized that Fiona *might* be a little chunky. I certainly am not one to body shame a goat, BUT it could lead to issues breeding. For whatever reason, fluffy goats tend to struggle with getting pregnant, and if they DO get pregnant, they may have big kids that get stuck. Sadly, I started to have some concerns about Fiona, but not so much so that I'd give her up. At least, not because she was fluffy.

Fiona's mom was definitely very honest about her personality. She was a very dominant goat. She tended to mount her poor little wethers (castrated males) and flap her tongue at them. We both just assumed she was desperate for some action and wondering WHY THE HECK the little wethers weren't up to the task, so I wasn't too worried about that. UNTIL we had a convo about how noisy she is.

Fiona's mom asked if I could maybe take Fiona even though I didn't have Lexi yet, because she didn't really want her there when the baby got there. I said I maybe could, but I was worried that Fiona would be really upset and scared being alone, and might scream (look up youtube videos on screaming goats if you want to get an idea of what I mean). To this she responded "oh...she'll definitely scream. She's very...vocal. She's a noisy goat." 

Uh oh.

The one thing I did NOT want was a noisy goat. You can't have a noisy, screaming goat in the city. Obviously goats make SOME noise, but they aren't all screamers. We came to the mutual decision that Fiona would not be a good fit for me. I decided that this was probably for the best, since I had been having concerns about Fiona's breeding capabilities anyway.

I then contacted Lexi's breeder to tell her the situation, and I asked if she had any other goats she was selling at the time. I was honest with her that Fiona fell through because she was a screamer, and Lexi's breeder wrote back "I'm sorry, but I'm refunding your deposit. You have unrealistic expectations. Goats are farm animals, and they're not silent. I don't have a good feeling about this. Sorry."

I cried. I didn't just cry, I WEPT. My husband came downstairs and saw me tearing up, and thought someone had died or something. I haven't mentioned the DOZENS of goats I'd inquired about that weren't from tested herds, or were already sold, or had been sent to auction, or WHATEVER. Seriously, I'd looked at dozens of goats, and when I was ready to get my goats any day, they BOTH fell through. I had the pen, the house, everything ready, and had sunk thousands of dollars into getting ready, and they were both gone. At this point, I felt like I'd totally failed and had just wasted SO much of my family's money that we really didn't have to waste. Weeping. I was weeping. And my husband, who DID NOT AT ALL want these blasted goats, tried to comfort me and build me back up. Love that man.

SO, I texted Lexi's breeder back and said something like "that is a REALLY CRUMMY (not the word I wanted to use) thing to do. I do not have unrealistic expectations. There's a difference between normal goat maaas and a screaming goat. I have their pen all ready, they have a home, I had to get a license for them, I've researched for months, and I would make a GREAT goat mom." So, she called me and we talked. I sent her a picture of their pen, assuaged her fears, and we were back on. PHEW! But, I still had to find another goat.

Re-enter to the scene, Ugly Goat.

Hahaha...I just had to put that again. I'd messaged UG's mom at least 3 times asking if she was still available, and pauvre bette, she always was. I messaged her again after Fiona fell through, and, of course, she was still available! So, I considered it written in the stars that she was supposed to be mine. I mean, WHO am I to judge her on appearance?? Maybe she has a great personality.

Everyone was waiting and waiting and waiting for Lexi to have her kids. She finally did, and she had a terrible time of it. Long labor, a kid had to be pulled (as in, dragged out of her), she bled more than she should have after kidding, and got an infection. She had a ROUGH go of it, and the breeder thought maybe she should dry her up and not sell her. Heart broken AGAIN!

BUT!!! Ray of sunshine! The breeder decided to let me have a different goat in Lexi's place. This goat was very sweet, and very docile. In short, she was absolutely perfect for my family. I really think this worked out EXACTLY as it should have. Thus, Paisley Moon entered the story:

Blue eyes, buckskin coat. BEAUTIFUL udder with perfect teat placement. She was a steal, I tell you.

So, Ugly Goat (Hermione) and Paisley became my very first, very own GOATS!

Day 1 of Goatdom will be the next blog installment, and it's a doozie. I love those darn goats now, but the first day was ROUGH. Stay tuned!

The Road to Goats- the House and Pen

When I first brought up the idea of getting goats to my husband, he thought I was 100% certifiable. Our yard isn't super huge, we live in the city, and well...who the hell gets goats?! He eventually caved in a "OK JUST GET YOUR DAMN GOATS" sort of way. Funny thing is, now that we have the goats, he has admitted that he totally never expected me to ACTUALLY get the goats. This shall serve as a warning to never underestimate me, husband.

SO, what is involved in bringing goats home? Not much and so many things all at the same time.

There were SO many roadblocks on this journey, I'm rather amazed I ever got to the end. BUT, now that I have, I am immensely proud of myself for sticking with it, because I wanted to give up about 800 times through the whole ordeal.

There are plenty of people who just have whethers (castrated males) or does they keep as pets who buy dog houses for their little goaties, have a fenced in back yard, and call it a day. This was actually my original plan, but then I thought they might get lonely each in their own little dog houses, so I decided to build them a shelter, and I didn't want them to have access to EVERYTHING in the back yard, so I decided to fence in an area just for them. Thus seriously complicating the whole thing, but making for a much better outcome.

The House

I went through a million different scenarios of what to do for their house. Dog houses, tin shed, hiring someone to build a shed, building a shed myself, buying a shed and having someone dismantle it and put it on our property, etc.

Tin sheds seemed difficult for one person to but together, and I felt like I had to find something I could do by myself since this was MY project and the husband is working 80 hours a week anyway. I found a guy who said he could build a shed out of scrap wood and keep costs down, so I got really excited about this idea. We kept working together to figure out how we would both get the most out of the deal, and I decided to try to find a shed on craigslist that he could dismantle and use the wood to build a new shed. Then he went incommunicado for an entire week, with me hounding him every day, and he finally responded saying it "wasn't worth his time." Awesome. I tried to look for someone else, but no one was willing to do it as cheaply as the first guy *said* he could.




SO, I got really angry and decided to just take on the project myself, which is cute, because I didn't even have a drill to my name at the time. I really didn't care, though. I was going to get this done even if it killed me...which it nearly did. **Note: I'll explain how I built my goat house, then I'll explain how I SHOULD have built it.** :D

I still wanted to keep costs as low as possible, so I decided to use pallets as my main structural support with oriented strand board for walls. I called around to various companies that might have pallets, and I found one that would let me come pick up their old ones for free. Score. Then I borrowed a drill, bought a saw and necessary hardware, and the project was off!

I wanted the structure to be tall enough to walk into, so I figured I needed to make a wall of 4 pallets in a square. This was the first mistake. The structure isn't terrible, but the walls are HEAVY, and didn't need to be that tall. I screwed pallets together top to bottom, then put a screw plate to attach one pair to the other. I wish I'd kept some pictures of that whole process, but it was mildly traumatic...so I didn't.

Once all the pallets were put together, I screwed the strand board on top, which further secured them together. The walls are roughly 7 feet long by 7 feet tall or so. I had to paint the strand board, because as I found out, it's not waterproof. Just one of the countless unexpected expenses involved in building something.

I left a 6 inch overhang on the strand board to attach one wall to another, then put it all together. The whole project took at least a week. I never had the energy to figure out the roof situation, so I put a tarp on and angled it down to the back to allow for water drainage.  I broke I don't know how many drill bits, I tried nails and they just bent as soon as I touched them, then didn't hold ANYTHING together, the drill ran out of battery after what seemed like 2 seconds, and I had a 3 year old who kept wanting to "help." It was rough.

This was the end product:

YES, I know it looks sad, but ya'll...I BUILT THAT! It really could've been so much worse.

What I would have done differently:

1. For starters, if you're going to build something out of intact pallets, find a store that uses ALL THE SAME SIZED PALLETS. I didn't, and it was a puzzle fitting them all together to get the walls to match. That was silly and could easily have been avoided.

2. I should not have built the walls 2 pallets high. Even with 4 foot tall pallets, I could have built the walls, then added a slanted roof to add the extra few feet in the center of the structure, and it would have been MUCH easier, sturdier, and cheaper, since I wouldn't have needed as much strand board. Plus, it would have a roof.

3. I would have put a bit of stand board on the inside as well, because poop and such gets in between the boards of the pallets and it's difficult to clean out.

4. To be honest, I probably should have just gotten a tin shed for $200, because even though I thought I'd save a lot of money building the house myself, I didn't. Granted, I didn't have a lot of the tools necessary, which ate up a large chunk of the budget.

Obviously, I didn't know all these things before I built it, because actually doing something teaches you a lot. I'm stuck with what I have for at least 2 years, but I think it's good enough and does what I need it to do. I still need to figure out how to put a roof on it for the winter, but I have some time before I need to do that.


The Fence

I read time and time again that of all the things you need to make SURE are goat proof, the fence is the highest priority. Goats are escape artists, and they're smart when they need to be, so the fence has to be strong and resilient to stand up to them. This expense was definitely underestimated when I was estimating the start-up costs, because I thought I could just use welded wire from Home Depot. Not so. Goats rub on the fence constantly and pop welded wire, so you need woven wire, which is much more expensive, and HEAVY! Let me tell you, when you watch how-to videos on youtube, assume everything is 100% more difficult than they make it seem to be.

First, I had to rent a post hole digger to dig holes for the gate posts. Home Depot rents them for less than $10. I dug 2, 3.5 foot deep holes, which is a lot harder than it seems. I installed the gate, and put the dirt back in the holes around the gate posts to secure them. I'm actually renting our house right now, so I didn't put concrete. So far, it has held up OK to the goats, but not to tightening the fence, which was my mistake. I'll explain that more later.

Then, the fence posts. I got 6 foot t-posts, which look like this:


To pound these in, you need a T-post driver, which can be purchased online or at Home Depot (or I'm sure Lowes, etc. I just happened to go to Home Depot). Our soil is pretty soft, so it wasn't very difficult for me to pound them in a few feet. I put one every 4-6 feet or so. To have the sturdiest fence possible, you should have strong corner posts, usually made of wood and set in concrete. Well...I don't. I just have the regular old t-posts in the corners. You can also use wedge-loc pieces to make a corner with t-posts, but I didn't do that either, and it's held up ok. I only plan to have the fence up a few years, and I can always reinforce it if it starts to get worn down.

Next: adding the fencing. This was so much harder than I expected.  I used Red Brand no-climb woven wire fencing, which I purchased at Tractor Supply. I didn't really think about it, but 100 feet of 4 foot tall galvanized metal fencing is HEAVY. I'm a strong gal, and I couldn't even carry my half of the roll with my husband helping, so we stuck it on the kids' wagon and hauled it that way. Second really unexpected thing, is it wants to maintain its rolled shape, so it rolls back on itself as your trying to roll the stupid heavy thing out. Putting up that damn fence probably would have made a funny little video, but it was terrible at the time. I ended up cutting it in sections--one corner to the gate, the gate to the other corner, that corner to the end. I never did more than maybe 30 feet at a time, because the fencing was just too heavy. Again, I was doing this all by my lonesome, so it was more difficult. For one corner, I overlapped the fencing one post past the corner, so the fencing didn't just end on the corner and leave a possible gap for the goats to get out. I cut the fence wires with something like this:

This tool came in handy because it cut the wires AND bent them if necessary because it has the plier tips. This is important for tightening the fence, because I couldn't get a truck or come along into my back yard, so I had to find another way to tighten the fence. If you think you'll be able to pull the fence tight enough with your almighty arm strength...you're wrong. So sadly wrong.

I watched this video of how to tighten a fence using pliers, and it came in VERY handy:

Fence tightening video

This fellow has a few other videos, like setting a post without concrete, that would be very useful for an urban homestead.

While it was easiER to tighten the fence with pliers, it was not easy.

I've never been so happy to be finished anything in my life. A few things that are important to note, though. Tightening the fence will move the corner posts. One of my corner posts was up against the garage/shed we have, and I should have secured it to the shed. The other was up against the goat house, and again, I should have secured it with a large screw eye and some rope, because they moved and left a gap between the sheds and posts. The gaps aren't a problem right now, but they probably will be if there are ever kids in the pen. My gate posts, not fixed in concrete, also moved over because I didn't have the gate latched at the time. THAT was really sad, because now the gate doesn't close properly, and I had to add 2 chains to close it instead of just being able to use a latch. The gate is probably 3-4 inches from the post. :( 

This is a picture of the fence before I tightened it, when the gate still looked nice:

That was pretty much it! It took a few weeks to get everything up, but the outdoor pen and house were really the only difficult aspects of the goat setup. Nothing else was nearly so bad! I felt so accomplished that a little 5 foot tall city girl could manage to put together a goat house and field fence. It was by far the craziest and most satisfying project I've ever completed. If I had started this blog when I was actually building it, this post probably would have been more interesting, and laced with many more expletives. 

In the next post: actually purchasing the goats and ALL THAT DRAMA. 

To be continued ;) 

Ha! I got goats!

WELL, I'm new to this blogging thing, but I've been thinking my life really lent itself to blogging lately. SO, this blog will be about raising goats in the city, for the most part. I hope you enjoy! At the very least, if nobody reads this, at least I hope I have fun writing it!

A little about myself:

I live in upstate NY in a fairly large city. I have 2 kids--3 and 1 years old. I grew up hearing my grandmothers extol the deliciousness of homegrown food. One grandmother actually called supermarket chicken "embalmed chicken" and told me time and time again that home-raised chickens tasted so much better. So, I've been enamored with the idea of growing my own food for a long time, because nothing really makes me happier than good food. BUT, my husband is still in training for his future job, and we move quite a bit. We're currently living in the city, and I was just getting discouraged that I wasn't where I wanted to be in my life. I want to have milking animals, chickens, a garden, etc, and most of that is not very possible in the city. Then one day I decided...why the hell not?! Why always be waiting for the next life stage to do what we want? I started looking into the laws of my city, and lo and behold, I could have small livestock! Score! Just one more reason my city is super cool. I needed to get a poulter's license (just $35), and I was good to go! It was quite the journey to get to the point where I am now, but it was mostly fun (and often REALLY tough and annoying), but now I'm the very happy owner of two great goats, in the city, and I have my very own milk from my very own goats that I raise and feed and milk. It's SO MUCH FUN! I'll go into more detail about what was involved in getting my goat setup in later blogs. :)